After the drugs took effect and affected her body, Ashley slowly started to get sleepy again. As the pain in her whole body gradually subsided, she fell back into a deep dreamland.
Meanwhile, Josh went to the living room with his cell phone with him.
He plopped down on the long sofa and opened the delivery app. He sifted through the restaurants for a while before finally choosing a menu and placing his order.
While waiting for it to arrive, he took the initiative to send a few messages to Sharon. This time without being burdened by the shadow of worry or fear, because he had already found half the solution to his relationship with Sharon.
The two of them messaged each other, exchanging sweet words, expressing their longing, until the impromptu idea of meeting out of the Hana town that day.
Then the doorbell rang. The delivery message that arrived made him stop texting and take care of the food first. He transferred the still-hot porridge into a bowl, filled some side dishes, and arranged everything on a mini folding table. A glass of water was also placed there.
Carefully, Josh carried the set meal into the room where Ashley was.
When he saw Ashley asleep, he placed it temporarily on the table near the sofa. Then he walked over to the bed and gently woke Ashley up. He tried several times until the girl's consciousness rose to the surface. Josh felt bad because the girl looked exhausted after being in such pain. But he had to eat anyway, or her condition would worsen.
"Sorry to wake you up. You should eat."
Ashley winced with her eyes still closed tightly. Small moans and murmurs of rejection were heard indistinctly because she made a sound with her mouth still tightly closed.
But Josh still seemed to be trying to patiently wait for her, "Get up slowly. Come on," he intended to help the girl come fully awake by patting her uninjured shoulder.
Once Ashley managed to open her eyes fully, Josh helped her sit up and arranged the pillow properly so that the girl could lean on the headboard comfortably.
“Thank you,” Ashley said softly.
Josh picked up the food that he had previously left on the table near the sofa and brought it to Ashley. He placed the mini folding table on Ashley's lap while making sure the bottom surface didn't hit the girl's injured leg.
"Eat up. The porridge just came so it's still hot," Josh tried to remind Ashley not to burn her own tongue.
He was still standing by the bed when Ashley took her first bite. He intended to watch until she managed to finish at least half the bowl. But the cell phone he had stuffed into the pocket of his shorts vibrated without pause - indicating that it was a voice call.
Josh picked it up and saw Sharon's name on the illuminated screen. Without waiting, he swiped the button and said, "Hello. Sorry to keep you waiting, I had to move the food to the bowl."
Earlier, Josh had briefly told Sharon about Ashley coming home injured and waiting for delivery food. He even had permission to take the food and give it to Ashley. It was a successful attempt to gain Sharon's trust and confidence as much as possible.
Sharon, on the other side, said in an excited voice. "It's okay. I just can't wait to hear from you. Can we really meet today? For real? You're not kidding? Because I've found a suitable place for us to be together."
"Of course. I can leave right now if you want," Josh looked happy.
Ashley saw him smiling so wide and laughing so brightly, before walking out of the room and his voice was gone.
There was a pause that made her feel in a hollow limbo as she watched the short scene. But her common sense brought her back to her senses and she continued eating her porridge.
A few moments later, Josh came back in but with Ashley's cell phone. The man handed it to her immediately.
“Your mom called.”
Ashley received the phone and picked up the call without thinking.
"Go to your cousin's restaurant this afternoon. We need to talk," Ashley's mom said straight to the point without any pleasantries.
“I can't, Mom,” Ashley realized her body condition made it impossible to go out.
"What do you mean?"
"I really can't go out today, Mom. Is there something really urgent?“
”Of course there is. I should at least check up on you. There are also some things I need to say. So stop making excuses. We have to meet today."
Ashley suddenly glanced at Josh who was already dressed and groomed so attractively. He was still standing by her bedside with a dropping gaze and a facial expression that looked like someone who was blatantly eavesdropping out of curiosity. Because there was no reason whatsoever for Josh to keep waiting there while just moments ago he was getting ready in a hurry because he couldn't wait to go see his girlfriend.
Josh could have left right then and there if he wanted to, but instead he was staring at him intently with rounded eyes and a slightly tilted head—the typical gesture of someone who is curious about something.
The fact that Josh was indeed leaving, however, gave her an idea of how she could pass her mother's request to meet her without having to trouble herself.
“Does it have to be today?” Ashley took her eyes off Josh and turned to look at her injured right leg.
“It has to be today,” her mom's voice on the other side sounded firm, as if not giving Ashley a chance to argue any further. "Get ready.”
“If it has to be today, is it okay if we meet at my house? I—you'll find out later why I can't go.”
"We have to talk together. It won't be possible to have this conversation at your house with your husband there."
Ashley replied with mixed feelings, "Josh isn't home. He was just about to leave." She didn't know which situation was far worse for her—stuck with Josh or with her mom. For all she knew, neither was a good thing for her.
"Ah, really? Didn't he still hasn't come into work yet?“
It had been three days since Ashley received the call from Mark, informing her that she had passed the initial screening and was invited for an interview. Three days should have felt short—brief, even. But for Ashley, it felt like an entire season of relentless rain pouring over her heart, soaking every corner of her thoughts with anxiety. She hadn't told Josh yet. She hadn’t told him that she applied for a position at Mark’s company, a rival of Josh’s firm back in Korea. And while she also hadn’t mentioned it to her mother, Ashley felt more at ease on that front. Her mother would likely support her decision, especially since it was only a junior designer role. It wasn't a managerial position or anything prestigious. She would still have to go through a six-month probation period. Everything seemed manageable… on that side.But with Josh? Things were more complicated.That morning, Ashley stood in front of the bathroom mirror for what felt like forever. The overhead light glowed dimly
Without thinking, her hand reached for Josh's work bag, lifting it and placing it by the table like a habit forged over years of marriage. It was automatic, almost unconscious. But the moment she realized what she’d done, Ashley froze. Her fingers hovered in mid-air, and she blinked rapidly, as if her mind were chasing its own awareness.She quickly dismissed her surprise, forcing a casual tone into her voice. “Oh, I ran into an old friend today—someone I knew back in New Zealand,” she said, walking to the kitchen to grab two glasses of water.Josh was changing out of his shoes and into house slippers. “A friend?” he asked. “What’s his name?”“Mark,” Ashley replied with a nod. “He was a senior back in school. Helped me out a lot when I first moved there. Really kind.”Josh glanced up. “Mark… He’s a guy?”Ashley nodded again. “Yeah. He owns his own company now. An online travel agency. We caught up for a bit, and he offered me a job—something design-related for his company.”Josh, who
Ashley chose a simple white blouse with long sleeves and a pair of dark jeans—comfortable but unpretentious. She slipped her phone into her bag, put on her sunglasses, and stepped quietly out of the house without telling anyone. She needed to get out. To breathe. To have some space.Los Angeles wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. She had been here several times before during college trips, but always as a tourist. This time, it was different. Now she was a resident, although she felt more like a guest in her husband’s home.She walked a few blocks until she found a small café tucked away on a street corner. The warmth inside, the aroma of coffee and butter, and the cozy hum of quiet conversations felt like a pause button on reality. She took a seat by the window, ordered a cappuccino and a slice of red velvet cake, and pulled out her phone.Her right thumb swiped through screens, opening websites for courses, training programs, art communities, and even part-time job listings. She knew she wa
In the dining room, the only sound was the occasional clink of cutlery against plates. Ashley stared at her food without really eating. Josh, sitting across from her, seemed calm. He ate at a steady pace—neither rushed nor completely relaxed—as if trying to maintain a neutral atmosphere, something difficult to achieve after the tense nights before.Finally, Ashley put down her fork. Josh looked up, his eyebrows slightly raised. “Full?”Ashley nodded, then met his gaze directly. “Can I ask you something?”Josh didn’t answer with words, just gave a small nod—an invitation to speak.Ashley took a deep breath, carefully choosing her words.She sat at the dining table, her spoon suspended mid-air. The last bite of her creamy corn soup never reached her mouth. Josh sat opposite her, busy cutting a piece of roast beef as if the world around him needed no attention.Silence enveloped them like a thick fog, heavy and directionless.“Why did you come to me?” Ashley’s voice finally broke the
When Ashley opened her eyes, the soft morning light seeped through the narrow crack in the bedroom curtains, casting a warm golden hue that gently bathed the room. The quiet was almost reverent—too quiet, in a way that made the space feel unreal, as if she were floating in a vacuum where time had briefly stopped.She turned her head slowly to the side.The pillow on the other side of the bed lay perfectly untouched. The sheets showed no sign of disturbance—no creases or folds where Josh’s body would have pressed into them. There was none of that familiar scent he always left behind, the subtle trace of his presence lingering in the fabric.Suddenly, an empty ache settled inside her chest.She sat up carefully, folding her knees close to her chest, letting her mind drift back to the night before. It wasn’t the kiss or any touch that consumed her thoughts, but rather the way Josh had looked at her when she pulled away—his eyes carrying a quiet, restrained disappointment, not anger, but
They stood there, the distance between them shrinking ever so slightly, the quiet of the night wrapping around their shared uncertainty like a fragile cocoon.Ashley’s mind raced with doubts, memories, and fears. But beneath it all, something new was stirring—something like trust.She lifted her hand tentatively, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I want to try, Josh. I really do. But I need time.”Josh smiled, the kind of smile that reached his eyes and warmed her soul. “Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”She smiled back, a flicker of relief breaking through the tension.“Thank you,” she said softly.They stood on the balcony a while longer, wrapped in silence that felt less like distance and more like an unspoken agreement: to be patient, to be kind, and to be real with each other—no matter how messy or slow the path might be.As the stars twinkled overhead, Ashley realized that for the first time in a long while, she wasn’t alone in the darkness.And m